Bumped the rating. Anything remotely sexy is out of my comfort zone, so I apologize if this sucks.
"here comes the heat before we meet a little bit closer. h ere comes the spark before the dark, come a little closer."
closer - tegan and sara
"What time is it?" Skye asked, her voice still groggy with sleep.
Fitz stirred, his arm tightening around her waist as he buried his head into her shoulder. "Don't know. Does it matter?"
"Yes," Skye replied, trying to sound persistent. "I have a meeting with Coulson at ten."
"Coulson sees you enough," he said with a yawn, loosening his grip on her to turn and look at the time on his cell phone. "It's 8:30. You've got time."
Skye turned around to face him and with a smile on her face, leaned in to plant kisses on the edge of his jaw. He responded by rubbing his hand down her back, gently massaging small circles.
Finally coming to his complete senses, Fitz began to recollect his memory of the night before. They hadn't slept together, or even got close, really; they just talked, watched a few movies, and stole a couple of kisses, but it was nice. It felt good to have something that felt so normal.
She groaned into his chest, resting her hands on his shoulders, entwining her fingers behind his neck. "I don't want to do anything today."
Fitz responded by lifting her head and closing the space between them, pressing his lips against hers for a slow kiss, which she deepened by brushing her tongue across his bottom lip. His grip on her hips tightened, and he tried to concentrate on just kissing her; a task made all the more difficult by the feel of Skye pressing her body against his. He could tell she was aware of how he was responding to her actions because she was grinning against his mouth and grinding against him now.
"Skye," he spoke when he finally managed to pull his mouth away from hers. He was completely unsure of what he was doing right now, really. "Skye, hold on." She looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. "Um... Breakfast. Do you want to get some breakfast?"
She smirked. "Well, I'm not necessarily hungry right now; at least not for food, anyway," she teased. "But, if you are, I guess..."
She flicked her tongue at his ear and he forgot all about anything that wasn't Skye. "Breakfast can wait," he stammered, slipping one leg in between hers as his hands found their way around to the front of her body, stopping at her rib cage just underneath her breasts.
She pulled away from him to pull off both of their shirts; the sensation of her bare skin against his was enough to make him dizzy and short of breath and he could not believe this was actually happening.
She unclasped her bra and guided his hands to cup at her breasts, pressing into him with more aggression than before, and he basked in the warmth of her soft skin. She kissed him again, all tongue and teeth, and let out a slow, agonizing moan that elicited a tiny whimper-like sound from the engineer.
Hastily, he slid his hands down her body, slipping his fingers into the waistline of her sweatpants. She let out another appreciative moan and pushed into his touch, permitting and practically asking him to take them off. He happily obliged.
"Fuck," Skye panted, breaking their kiss and reaching for the waistband of his own pants; her voice deep and breathy. She began yanking at the thick jean fabric, desperately unsuccessful in her attempts.
Fitz tore his hands off her body to offer assistance in the task but paused for a moment, squeezing his eyes tightly in disbelief and disappointment.
"What is it?" Skye asked, concerned.
"I..." he began, his face red with embarrassment, "I don't have any condoms."
Skye rolled over on her back, groaning loudly. "Fiiiiiiiitz."
"I'm sorry."
"I am going to fucking kill you," she sighed, covering her face with the palm of her hand. "You cannot do that to me. Seriously."
"Like it's any fun for me, either," he hissed. "I... It's just been awhile," he admitted in spite of himself, his face burning up again. He buried his head into his pillow.
She turned back to face him and firmly rested one hand on his chest as the other one turned his head to meet her gaze. She pecked him on the tip of his nose, and then his lips.
"Hey," she whispered reassuringly, gently caressing the side of his face. "It's fine. I've got some in my bunk. That doesn't do us any good rightnow, but later..." she smiled, a promise. Her hand slid into the back of his pants as she gently pawed at his backside.
Fitz stared at her for a moment, amazed that any of this was even happening, and absolutely bewildered that she was actually promising toactually have sex with him. And he kept staring, his eyes burning into hers, unable to recognize that she was beginning to shift uncomfortably under his gaze.
She smiled awkwardly. "At least smile or something, dork. You have a naked woman in your bed who is promising to rock your world tonight."
He laughed at that, and the tension fell away; Skye had always been skilled at making awkward moments much less so.
She pressed her forehead against his and kissed him one last time, a small, sweet peck on the lips, before sitting up in bed and reaching for her clothes. He remained still and mentally kicked himself as he watched her dress and creep out of his bunk.